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Celtic image 2Sometimes I come to this blog page
and stare, mesmerized, at the header.
That soft light there over the rise
beckons me to come hither
into the picture, into a journey.

Is it just the sun shining down
through the leafy parasol of
trees whose trunks have grown
tall and thin and bare from their inability
to permeate, penetrate that
dainty, dense, divine canopy?

Or is there something ethereal,
celestial that’s calling my heart
to that age-old quest for adventure,
for self-discovery, a perpetual longing?

It matters not whatever it be
for I’m grounded in THIS reality
where quests and pilgrimages
are for dreamers and flights of fancy,
not for those who are struggling
just to get by another day.

So here I sit staring into a world
that calls my name in vain
able only to close my eyes
and imagine the smell of mold
beneath the fallen leaves
crunching under my boots
as I begin my journey,
the biting taste of autumn
adding a sense of urgency
to my footsteps on the
well-worn, dusty trail.

And just there over my shoulder
I can hear the wise counsel of a
familiar voice calling through the woods:

“It’s a dangerous business,
Calen, going out your door.
You step onto the road,
and if you don’t keep your feet,
there’s no knowing where
you might be swept off to.”*

That’s when I open my eyes
and the picture is just a picture,
and the golden glow I see
is just the lamp on the
table across the room.

But there are times I wonder
if I’d ever be brave enough
to step into that intriguing scene
onto that unknown, inviting path
and just keep going,
never to look back…

*Bilbo Baggins, Fellowship of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien